Complaints from an angel

“Damiel: It’s great to live by the spirit, to testify day by day for eternity, only what’s spiritual in people’s minds. But sometimes I’m fed up with my spiritual existence. Instead of forever hovering above I’d like to feel a weight grow in me to end the infinity and to tie me to earth. I’d like, at each step, each gust of wind, to be able to say “Now.” Now and now” and no longer “forever” and “for eternity.” To sit at an empty place at a card table and be greeted, even by a nod. Every time we participated, it was a pretense. Wrestling with one, allowing a hip to be put out in pretense, catching a fish in pretense, in pretense sitting at tables, drinking and eating in pretense. Having lambs roasted and wine served in the tents out there in the desert, only in pretense. No, I don’t have to beget a child or plant a tree but it would be rather nice coming home after a long day to feed the cat, like Philip Marlowe, to have a fever and blackended fingers from the newspaper, to be excited not only by the mind but, at last, by a meal, by the line of a neck by an ear. To lie! Through one’s teeth. As you’re walking, to feel your bones moving along. At last to guess, instead of always knowing. To be able to say “ah” and “oh” and “hey” instead of “yea” and “amen.”

Excerpt from the movie, Wings of Desire, directed by Wim Wenders. In the movie, the angel wants to experience the physical world.

Yes, we humans find the pain sensations to be the most challenging of the senses; and yet, it’s a reminder of the fact that we are alive and breathing with all the possibility within the moment! Thank you for pausing here, Tina ❤ Much Love to you!

There-in lies the dilemma in being an Angel….one cannot walk with both Gods and humans and experience both worlds. One wonders if the angel was lonely in Heaven even with an abundance of Love? If so, the angel is going to find it even more lonely here on Earth. Sometimes it feels that to be righteous, to be good, to always do the right thing at all times leaves one feeling less alive than just being human and sometimes making mistakes and getting it all wrong.: there’s something to be said for feeling ‘alive’ and subject to foibles, hang-ups, incompetence and error. Purity appears to be awfully isolating: it makes one wonder where balance actually lies…what is the middle point between two imbalanced perspectives on life of living?

Happy Christmas to you as well, Dewin –
and wishing you all the best in 2o18.

Your comment is interesting and I think you bring up a good question. Though I do not have an answer to your question, it’s a good question to ask, and i like where it leads, into a place a where the polarities are seen as “not quite clear” in and of themselves. So much with thinking makes this so, and yet, thinking is so limited a thing. Being alive is full of, as you say, “foibles, hang-ups, incompetence and error” – actually it’s quite amazing! How any angel is lonely is a mystery to many of us, and yet maybe it is so! Even still, there’s company in any crowd, and even when alone, not really alone. Since this was a movie, it was a fun ‘thought’ exercise. Thank you for your good wishes and Aloha, Ka